I am From

I am from silk pyjamas and late night shows with dad.

I am from Jazz games and Real games. From spoons on the floor and scum on the deck.
I am from the deer and the trees. From kittens left in the field and mice lost in the walls.
I am from rivers and lakes, whose waters shaped me, and I am from sisters who shaped me even more.

I am from music played too loud, on velour couches with just the right amount of dust.
I am from long naps. From runners and readers. From parents always on the road but never too busy to talk.

I am from Christmas trees on Thanksgiving and presents on the eve.

I am from “go aggies” and the trailer park that made me one.
From refusing to learn manual to bragging about stick, I am from jeep rides in the rain with garbage bags as the only defense.
I am from red bows in my hair and camo duct tape to remember Bryce.
I am from The Sound of Music and Labyrinth... and Holes if mom is watching.

I am from early morning scriptures and midnight pancakes.
From raspberry filled donuts and a shake for whoever jumps in!
I am from “mom, can you do my hair” and “mom, how do you spell” and “mom, what’s for dinner”.
I am from these moments and all those in between.

That is where I am from.


-written for my dad 💙